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muck_a_luckWell. I have completely outwitted myself.
I, the criminal mastermind seeking to hide the evidence of my misdeeds, have completely outwitted myself, the bumbling, oafish detective. Criminal-mastermind-me is leaning against the door frame with a tumbler of best bourbon, neat, smiling knowingly and perhaps ever-so-slightly smugly, watching as workaday-detective-me sneezes in the dust and struggles to cram everything back into the tiny spaces it came out of, then mumbles apologetically about wasting criminal-me's time in an obviously completely misdirected search of the premises. Criminal-mastermind-me graciously sees rumpled-detective-me to the front door and invites detective-me to come back anytime if I feel it will further the investigation. Detective-me mutters something vaguely civil and plods out to the car to sulk and take some ibuprophen for my aching back. Criminal-mastermind-me settles in to watch Lady Chatterly in complete confidence that the evidence will never be found.
ANYWAY....
I know what I did. The last time I cleared out the old papers from the filing cabinet for storage, I took the manila envelope labeled "Incriminating Evidence" and put it in a box with a bunch of other paper. It will never be seen again. I have ripped open every closet, opened every box, rummaged through all the paper I could find.
Zilch, zip, nada. Go me! Stupid me...
I, the criminal mastermind seeking to hide the evidence of my misdeeds, have completely outwitted myself, the bumbling, oafish detective. Criminal-mastermind-me is leaning against the door frame with a tumbler of best bourbon, neat, smiling knowingly and perhaps ever-so-slightly smugly, watching as workaday-detective-me sneezes in the dust and struggles to cram everything back into the tiny spaces it came out of, then mumbles apologetically about wasting criminal-me's time in an obviously completely misdirected search of the premises. Criminal-mastermind-me graciously sees rumpled-detective-me to the front door and invites detective-me to come back anytime if I feel it will further the investigation. Detective-me mutters something vaguely civil and plods out to the car to sulk and take some ibuprophen for my aching back. Criminal-mastermind-me settles in to watch Lady Chatterly in complete confidence that the evidence will never be found.
ANYWAY....
I know what I did. The last time I cleared out the old papers from the filing cabinet for storage, I took the manila envelope labeled "Incriminating Evidence" and put it in a box with a bunch of other paper. It will never be seen again. I have ripped open every closet, opened every box, rummaged through all the paper I could find.
Zilch, zip, nada. Go me! Stupid me...
